Chapter 26: Settling Old Scores

  Mao Sui's voice was loud and clear, like a great bell ringing out, very majestic.

  "Hair... then?" Qin Yiren almost bit off his tongue.

  "The self-recommendation of Mao Sui" this allusion, who doesn't know it in modern times? When Qin Yiren first heard these words, he couldn't help but feel a burst of astonishment.

  The Warring States period was indeed a gathering place for gods, and he encountered several gods today: Zhao Kuo's mother, Li Mu, Lin Xiangru, Pingyuan Jun, and now another god-like figure Mao Sui, it would be strange if Qin Yiren wasn't surprised.

  Qin Yiren opened his eyes wide and took a good look at Mao Sui. He saw that Mao Sui was tall and majestic, with a stature of over eight feet, and had an air of elegance about him. His eyes were bright and shining like the stars in the night sky.

  "What a fine fellow!" Qin Yiren secretly admired, no wonder he was bold enough to dare to rob the King of Chu.

  "Tiger wolf Qin people, how dare you insult Lord Pingyuan! You're looking for death!" Just as Qin Yiren was sizing up Mao Sui, he heard Mao Sui loudly rebuking him, saying: "Tiger wolf Qin people, accept your death!" With a wave of his hand, several door guests wielding swords rushed forward, exuding killing intent, with an air of not stopping until they had killed Qin Yiren and the others.

  The Warring States period was popular with scholars, and raising gate guests became a fashion.

  There is no such thing as unprovoked love in this world. What's the point of a rich man spending money to keep a mistress? Of course, it's for his own benefit.

  Since you are being supported by others, you should listen to and obey the master of the house, and work hard for them. Otherwise, who would support you?

  Ping Yuan Jun was humiliated by Qin Yi Ren, and his face was bitten in front of so many people. For Mou Xi and other guests, this is a great shame that must be avenged against Qin Yi Ren.

  Mao Shu received the news and immediately led his men to block Qin Yiren, preparing to avenge Pingyuan Jun.

  "Fight, I love it!" Qin Yiren had a narrow escape from death today, retrieved his goods, lifted the house arrest, and everything was going smoothly. He was overjoyed, rolled up his sleeves, tied the hem of his pants around his waist, and shouted loudly: "Hit! Don't hold back, hit to kill! If you die, it's what you deserve!"

  At a word of command, he rushed forward like a leopard, his thin fists flying, and struck Miao Su's face.

  He didn't take Qin Yi Ren seriously from the start.

  Just then, Qin Yiren shouted loudly: "Mao Sui, you have a big nerve! Zhao Sheng is begging for mercy from me, and you dare to block my way. Have you eaten the heart of a bear or the gallbladder of a leopard?"

  "Nonsense!" Mao Sui would never believe it.

  "If Zhao Sheng hadn't begged for mercy, would I have let him off? If he didn't dare to pursue it, would I have walked out of the palace?" Qin Yiren's words were extremely fast.

  "It's also reasonable!" Mao Sui thought that it was indeed reasonable. If Ping Yuan Jun didn't let Qin Yiren off, Qin Yiren would definitely not be able to leave the palace, and he couldn't help but hesitate a bit.

  "Bang!" Just as he hesitated, his eyes stung and he was punched squarely by Qin Yiren, seeing stars.

  Eyes are the softest, even if the hair is thick and strong, it can't withstand it, and can't help but let out a miserable cry. Before the miserable cry was finished, I felt a severe pain in my crotch, and Qin Yiren kicked me with a heel kick, the pain made me bend down.

  Qin Yiren became even more vigorous, his fists flying like a whirlwind, constantly striking Mao Sui's ears, neck, temples, and ribs. His feet kicked viciously at Mao Sui's groin, sending him tumbling to the ground, rolling around like a rolling gourd, wailing in agony.

  "It's so cool! I didn't know beating a god would be this satisfying!" Qin Yiren was overjoyed.

  His great name has been passed down to future generations, who among modern people doesn't know, who isn't aware? Unexpectedly, he was actually tortured by himself until he was on the verge of death, Qin Yiren's whole body was transparent, even his anus was joyful.

  Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er, the five of them also used underhanded tactics, how treacherous they were in their actions, beating several gate guests until they fell to the ground with their pants wet.

  Especially Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong, the three of them were from the Qin army's elite soldiers, with extremely rich fighting experience, which was not something that a few door guests could withstand, and in just a few moves, they knocked down several people.

  Meng Zhao snatched a sword and with a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed by, and a head rolled to one side.

  "Murder! Murder!" The guests at the door cried out in a flurry of panic as soon as they saw that something was amiss.

  "Kill a few more!" Daring to block Ben Gongzi's way, they must have the consciousness of death. Qin Yiren wished he could kill them all.

  "Alright!" Meng Zhao, Ma Ge and Fan Tong thundered in unison, ready to strike with deadly force.

  "Halt! Young master, stop at once!" Just then, Ping Yuanjun rushed over like the wind, his face filled with anxiety, and scolded loudly from a distance: "Mao Sui, you stupid pig! The young master is my honored guest, how dare you lay hands on him, you're finished!"

  "I... " Máo Suī was wronged, like a young daughter-in-law who had been rolled over a hundred times. He rushed to take revenge on Qín Yì rén, but ended up flattering Yuán Jūn's horse instead, and unexpectedly, he flattered the horse's leg.

  "Zhao Sheng, if you don't control your dogs well, I won't mind slaughtering them all!" Ping Yuan Jun had already appeared, and continuing to fight wouldn't be very interesting anymore. Qin Yiren kicked Mao Sui in the crotch with one foot, waved his hand, and left with his men, without even giving a proper glance at Mao Sui who was lying on the ground like a dog.

  "It's okay, it's okay, he didn't take advantage of the situation." Pingyuan Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief that Qin Yiren let him off like this.

  The plain master's heart had not yet fallen back into his stomach, and he heard a majestic and heroic war song: "In the west there is Qin, like the rising sun. A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is difficult to calm. The world is in turmoil, how can it be peaceful? Qin has sharp soldiers, who can compete with them?"

  This is a military song of the Qin army, and every time the Qin army appears on the battlefield, they will sing it loudly. At this moment, Qin Yiren and his men are filled with pride and enthusiasm as they sing this military song, exuding an air of grandeur and bravery, as if millions of people were singing together.

  The Pingyuan Jun and the officials in the court, including Zhao Xiaocheng Wang, heard this war song, their faces changed greatly, not a single trace of blood color, as if they had been buried in the earth.

  After the Changping Great War, Zhao State was intimidated and changed color at the mention of Qin. Upon hearing this war song, how could they not be afraid?

  What's more terrible is that the sentence "Qin has sharp soldiers, who can compete with them for hegemony" sounds like a rolling thunder, rumbling in their ears.

  The Zhao army was defeated at Changping and its elite forces were all lost. What does Zhao have left to resist the Qin army's crack troops?

  The king and his ministers of Zhao already had before their eyes the terrible scene of the Qin army's sharp soldiers arriving at Handan, arriving in front of the palace, the Qin sword waving, heads rolling, blood flowing like a river. Each one was frightened out of his wits!

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  In the small courtyard, Zhao Ping was eating meat and drinking wine, feeling extremely pleased with himself, his eyes twinkling. Qin Yiren had gone, and he would surely meet with no good fortune; the feeling of losing wealth and then recovering it was wonderful, how could he not be delighted?

  "Something's wrong, sir." Just then a red-clad junior official rushed in with a look of alarm and reported to Zhao Ping: "Qin Yi has returned."

  "Impossible!" Zhao Ping didn't even think about it and immediately vetoed it. Qin Yiren will definitely die this time, if he can come back alive, unless the sun rises from the west.

  "It's really back!" The little official in red hurriedly affirmed.

  "Want to come back lying down?" Zhao Ping's mouth was very poisonous, coming back lying down meant being dead.

  "Who is cursing Ben Gongzi?" Just then, Qin Yiren's voice suddenly rang out.

  "Really?" Zhao Ping's exclamation had not yet left his lips when Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong rushed in like fierce tigers, knocking him to the ground.

  "Zhao Ping, you thought I was dead for sure, didn't you? You've taken all of my wealth. Is my wealth so easy to take? Whoever takes it will have to pay back double." Qin Yiren's voice was calm, but had a hint of coldness, Zhao Ping shivered and his whole body felt chilled.

  What followed was a retaliatory action, and Meng Zhao and others tortured Zhao Ping and several others in various ways.

  Three years of hardship, Zhao Ping and his gang were the culprits. If they hadn't made things a hundred times more difficult for Qin Yiren and his family, they wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state. Now that their house arrest has been lifted, it's time for revenge. Who will show mercy?

  After all means of revenge had been exhausted, after Qin Yi and his men no longer had the thrill of revenge, they spared Zhao Ping and his men.

  When Zhao Ping and his men left, they were stark naked. In modern terms, Qin Yiren and his men had stripped them of their pants.